life is humming
it moans whistles and roars
it cackles shrieks whispers and dances.
the goanna climbs thirty metres up the angophora and disappears into a hollow.
how does it fit and can it even turn around in there I wonder?
soon it will be dreaming the dream of hibernation until one warm spring day it will emerge and descend headfirst back to the ground.
the baby wallaby jumps out of its mothers pouch, skips and scampers about and then head first dives back in. the pouch becomes a squirming wriggling bundle, an arm and tiny face peeps out then all goes still and mum and bub bounce off to sit in the shade of the bush cherry tree.
this tree that delights us with its yummy fruit is symbiotic in nature attaching its root system to that of a nearby gum.
the platypus disappears into a burrow in the bank while the river winds its way thru gullies and valleys and plains, turns to salt water and meets the ocean.
there they all go
and complete unto themSelves.
this is where I know jealousy.
this is where I feel envy for all the Beings that are totally immersed in their lived experience of life.
the echidna, little legs plodding nose snuffling into the ground for ants
is totally at home within itSelf,
knowing its place its journey,
without books or masters or kitchens
without the internet or a water tank
or a chair or a crochet project.
from the moment they come into Being
the cloud the spider the kangaroo the horse in the paddock
the blue wren on the verandah all act according to who they are.
I find mySelf Yearning,
Yearning deeply not just for me but for all my fellow humans,
that if only we could be as assured, as whole, as tuned in as these Beings are.
if only we could know the grace of existence as they do.
here is one of the wee fellas , old enough to be out of the pouch exploring on its own but will still hang around with its mother, loves this verandah as you can see from the scats – mmm those grape leaves are so delicious.